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Before the Ordnance Survey map Made travel an open book, We moved from stone on top of hill And across flat bottomed brook By lining up these man-marked points, Using a shepherds crook. Those first surveyors knew that stars Kept their firmament place, Although the circular wandering Produced a frowning face, Soon point was fixed at spot in time, To give mathematical base. So tracks were keyed on upper ground, Made in eye. not worn by feet. (There were too few in far off time), To voyage in the mid-day heat, And in the dark, Beacon Hill Showed bright where tracks might meet. Later, with strolling cattle path And boundaries made out in curve, Ancient line was forced from mind As wanderers had to swerve, And many life long nomads Lost their instincts nerve. Now way is signed clear ahead With finger and pointing arrow, Again we travel in straight line From tower tall to steeple narrow. And pass, like waiting sleeping dog Beyond the hedgerow, ley line barrow. |